I've so often wondered why we keep certain thoughts to ourselves. Things we notice or admire about others. Times we've been uplifted or felt special at the thoughtfulness of another. Why are those impressions kept inside so many times? Think of a funeral you've been to. All the amazing stories and thoughts and kind words… Continue reading The Tell Challenge
Last week I grilled hamburgers on the indoor electric grill. Why? Well, it was raining, we have no propane in the outside grill and I'm terrified to use it anyway, so you can just pick one. Anyway, it has a grease tray. The tray was full and I bumped it. Not so bad, except I… Continue reading Mom Not-Fails
Hey teachers, I need to have a word with you. I have few important things you really need to hear, so please listen up. Don't be offended if I don't get everything exactly right. I'm only going by what I know here, not being a teacher and all, but this has to be said. First,… Continue reading Teachers, Listen Up!
I've had this strange feeling looming over me for a few years now. It's been tucked in there way behind the giddy, gushy, lovey feelings. It's parked off to the side past the sad feelings that creep up occasionally. It's hidden well behind happy and two rows down from worry. I knew it was in… Continue reading The “I” Word
We'll be celebrating 10 years of marriage next year. That concept has yet to actually make sense in my brain. I remember hearing people speak of 10 year anniversaries and it seemed like such a futuristic event in my mind. Like flying cars and robots cleaning the house. I just never pictured myself in that… Continue reading Love Sprinkles
I should start by saying we are only a week into school. I fully realize my list will expand as the days go on. For now, these are the things I didn't realize or expect would happen. Also, I should mention this is our first experience in a school, so I'm completely clueless. Maybe there… Continue reading 8 Things I Wish I Knew Before My Kid Started Kindergarten
There's the morning sound. It's the one that tells them to start the day. It's followed by grunts and moans. That's the one they call mommy. She doesn't like the morning sound. Here she comes. She only has one eye open, barely. That lady is a mess in the morning. She's stumbling by. I'm glad… Continue reading The Tank